On the sheets I could see the streaks of rain on the window. The light was cool and quiet and soft. It was the light from the barn, but it was more like the moon. I always wanted to describe the silence, the noise. It was both. The record player had finished hours ago, but the record still turned, the needle still searching for a sound. It only found the click and scratch of the end.
That's how to tell when the record is over. The click and scratch. Almost a warning. Don't forget about me. Click. I'm still here. Scratch. You can't avoid me. I won't let you.
I laid on my back with my toes sticking out from under the sheets. The window was open just a crack and the curtains moved. They fluttered. Don't forget about the window. It's open. The window can't be avoided. It let in all the cold air. The air that makes you sink deeper into your covers, the air that makes the hair on your arm stand on end. It is the absolute lack of significant noise that makes me feel very secluded. I am not alone... at least not at the present moment. I do feel alone, however.
Who is this person next to me? Am I living in fear... What was his name anyway? Am I living a lie.. Again, what is her name? I stared at the figure outlined in the sheets. The streaks of rain from the window casting shadows on his body. It was such a tender sleep that I almost didn't want to wake him. It was getting late and I think that I should be getting home. I leaned over to kiss his cheek to say good bye, but instead I met his lips. He was awake and responding to the kiss. I felt his hand reach up to pull me down on him. The feeling of flesh on flesh, alone and naked in the middle of the night with the rain and the moonlight. My body gasped at the feeling. I abandonded the kiss and pressed my mouth instead to the base of his neck. I planted another kiss.
My hands moved up to support me hanging motionless above his chest. My hands pressed against his chest. I deftly felt his nipples between my fingers and gently squeezed them rolling them around, making him hold his breath. First his left then his right, I licked the end with the tip of my tongue, making it wet and cold with the night air. Against his warm body, they stood up and I nibbled on his nipples as he strained against the experience. I let my hands reach down, caressing his midsection and teasing him by then soothing his tense muscles as I put off releasing the ache he felt, and felt quite well in his groin.
I moved below him and spread his legs wide apart fondling the area where his legs met. I grasped his balls with both hands and I could feel the pain of ecxtasy as they were drawn in tight. I rubbed them a little more and I could hear him moan. I worked around the base of his shaft, feeling how hard he was. I grasped his cock with one hand, still massaging his balls with the other and I licked the head, tasting his cum as it dribbled out from the tender treatment.
I licked it some more before finally taking it all in my mouth. I felt it respond as I moved slowly up and down on his shaft. I reached my hand up to feel his nipple which was just as hard and I guess just as tender. His body stiffened as I sucked him. His dick tasted salty and warm. I could feel the blood pumped through it and it throbbed. I turned my attention to his balls hanging tighly against his body. I took them in turn into my mouth and I swirled my tongue around them feeling the little hairs, making him stiffen all the more.
I returned to his swollen cock, licking it from base to tip. When I began to suck it once again I could feel his hands on my head pressing me down to take even more of him into my mouth. I did so with fervor and I picked up speed. I could feel his body start to shake. He held my head down even tighter and I could feel his cock in the back of my throat. He bucked once... twice... His hips thrust forward and cum shot from his dick spraying me in the face, launching into the air to land all around us. Some on the sheets, on me, and on his quivering stomach. I put my hand on his midsection to feel his warm cum between my fingers. I felt his cock, still hard and spread his legs, feeling for his hole lubing it with his own cum. I tugged a bit at my own cock which was standing at attention waiting for action. I leaned up and kissed him once.
He was eager for me to enter him. My finger was part of the way in when it was replaced. My dick pushed in slowly. It barely touched his hole when his muscles flinched. I soothed them a bit as worked my way inside.
That's how to tell when the record is over. The click and scratch. Almost a warning. Don't forget about me. Click. I'm still here. Scratch. You can't avoid me. I won't let you.
I laid on my back with my toes sticking out from under the sheets. The window was open just a crack and the curtains moved. They fluttered. Don't forget about the window. It's open. The window can't be avoided. It let in all the cold air. The air that makes you sink deeper into your covers, the air that makes the hair on your arm stand on end. It is the absolute lack of significant noise that makes me feel very secluded. I am not alone... at least not at the present moment. I do feel alone, however.
Who is this person next to me? Am I living in fear... What was his name anyway? Am I living a lie.. Again, what is her name? I stared at the figure outlined in the sheets. The streaks of rain from the window casting shadows on his body. It was such a tender sleep that I almost didn't want to wake him. It was getting late and I think that I should be getting home. I leaned over to kiss his cheek to say good bye, but instead I met his lips. He was awake and responding to the kiss. I felt his hand reach up to pull me down on him. The feeling of flesh on flesh, alone and naked in the middle of the night with the rain and the moonlight. My body gasped at the feeling. I abandonded the kiss and pressed my mouth instead to the base of his neck. I planted another kiss.
My hands moved up to support me hanging motionless above his chest. My hands pressed against his chest. I deftly felt his nipples between my fingers and gently squeezed them rolling them around, making him hold his breath. First his left then his right, I licked the end with the tip of my tongue, making it wet and cold with the night air. Against his warm body, they stood up and I nibbled on his nipples as he strained against the experience. I let my hands reach down, caressing his midsection and teasing him by then soothing his tense muscles as I put off releasing the ache he felt, and felt quite well in his groin.
I moved below him and spread his legs wide apart fondling the area where his legs met. I grasped his balls with both hands and I could feel the pain of ecxtasy as they were drawn in tight. I rubbed them a little more and I could hear him moan. I worked around the base of his shaft, feeling how hard he was. I grasped his cock with one hand, still massaging his balls with the other and I licked the head, tasting his cum as it dribbled out from the tender treatment.
I licked it some more before finally taking it all in my mouth. I felt it respond as I moved slowly up and down on his shaft. I reached my hand up to feel his nipple which was just as hard and I guess just as tender. His body stiffened as I sucked him. His dick tasted salty and warm. I could feel the blood pumped through it and it throbbed. I turned my attention to his balls hanging tighly against his body. I took them in turn into my mouth and I swirled my tongue around them feeling the little hairs, making him stiffen all the more.
I returned to his swollen cock, licking it from base to tip. When I began to suck it once again I could feel his hands on my head pressing me down to take even more of him into my mouth. I did so with fervor and I picked up speed. I could feel his body start to shake. He held my head down even tighter and I could feel his cock in the back of my throat. He bucked once... twice... His hips thrust forward and cum shot from his dick spraying me in the face, launching into the air to land all around us. Some on the sheets, on me, and on his quivering stomach. I put my hand on his midsection to feel his warm cum between my fingers. I felt his cock, still hard and spread his legs, feeling for his hole lubing it with his own cum. I tugged a bit at my own cock which was standing at attention waiting for action. I leaned up and kissed him once.
He was eager for me to enter him. My finger was part of the way in when it was replaced. My dick pushed in slowly. It barely touched his hole when his muscles flinched. I soothed them a bit as worked my way inside.
